the feeling of nothing

is very something

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Right now
no body around,
no messages on my phone
no calls incoming.
The airwaves are sleeping;
still, open. 
I enjoy and abhor the feeling. 
As I’ve said previously, I’d like
a bit of feedback. A bit of
noise. Graininess in my film.
A photo of me with
smeared lipstick and
hair stuck to my forehead
like it does when 
we’re in the thick of each other.
Lamps dimmed. 
Massive Attack on the stereo.
Unfinished Sympathy. 
More like unfinished symphony. 
Now, at least.
Cell towers down.
Yearning for memories,
if you know what I mean. 
A warm touch. 
Your breath on my neck 
before the hungry animal,
sweaty flesh, thunder and lightning
tearing through us.
A monster, crazy, beautiful,
rides the waves. Or
are they riding me?
I lose track;
in the aftermath comes clarity.
No, that’s a lie — it just
rhymes.
Truth is, it’s all a mystery. 
Undeveloped film,
plotlines thickening,
and the climax? Well,
it’s a myth, oceanic. 
Hard to see through it,
but see this:
You never have to peak.
Peer into the future.
Notice your life expanding… 

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